I almost cried on the day my country died    I almost tried to care    They built a wall to protect them from us all    We should have left them there          Revolution is the first to go    The rest is forced to stay    Shall I cast this out, this wilted rose?    Yeah yeah yeah, no no no    Like Pierre Trudeau's walk out in the snow    Can it be time to leave?          I spent my youth thinking people spoke the truth    Now it's hard to think    Was I naive to say I do believe    That none of us should sink?    They sold us out and they sold us short    And we're the one's who'll have to pay          Shall I cast this out, this wilted rose?    Yeah yeah yeah, no no no    Like Pierre Trudeau's walk out in the snow    Can it be time to leave?          Don't go    You know it's all the same to me these days    I swear it's hard to care